Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

Fu An and Lin Ci'an were still in a stalemate. As for Chu Ziyu, the dungeon where he was imprisoned was hidden deep underground and was sealed by a heavy stone door. Only a few senior clergymen of the Vatican knew of its existence.

The walls of the dungeon were made of huge stones, cold and damp, exuding a chilly feeling. There were burning torches hanging on the walls, and the weak flames flickered in the darkness, reflecting the scene in the dungeon.

In the cell, Chu Ziyu's body was locked tightly with silver chains and fixed on the cross, with his head lowered, unable to move.

"Snap!" A crisp and harsh sound was heard, and the bone whip covered with hideous barbs lashed Chu Ziyu's body like a poisonous snake.

The chest wound that had begun to heal slightly suddenly opened up again like a torn piece of thin paper, blood gushed out, blending with the snow-white bone whip, forming a shocking picture. The sharp barbs were deeply embedded in his flesh, as if they were going to pull out his soul.

A few streaks of scarlet blood splashed up, like red plum blossoms, and quietly fell on Chu Ziyu's pale face. Even though he was in a coma, his body trembled involuntarily, as if he felt the piercing pain.

At this time, Chu Ziyu, who had already returned to the system space, was quietly staring at everything happening in front of him through the transparent barrier. The subordinate who was specially assigned by Fu An to torture and interrogate him was so cruel that it was outrageous, as if he would not stop until he put him to death.

"Tsk tsk tsk, this guy is really ruthless..." Chu Ziyu looked at the tragic situation outside with an expressionless face and let out a low sigh.

However, 6872 standing aside seemed extremely nervous. He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes full of worry.

"With such a serious injury, he won't die."

"Don't worry, the physical fitness of the vampires will at most be weak for a while. If I don't let go of this sea-like water, how can they catch me back?"

Chu Ziyu said calmly.

"But..." 6872 wanted to say something else.

"Don't worry, we'll be leaving here soon."

Facing Fu An's obstruction, the inner demon popped up again, "Waste, you can't even protect him, let me do it, I can do better, let me out." Lin Ci'an suddenly became quiet, "Will you get out of the way?"

"He is my prisoner and I have the right to deal with him." A complex emotion flashed in Fu An's eyes.

Fu An didn't say anything else, but stood in front of Lin Ci'an without giving in and expressed his attitude.

Lin Ci'an's eyes were sharp. After knowing each other for more than twenty years, he knew Fu An very well. With his methods, Chu Ziyu would be tortured to death by his men in the near future, and then a reasonable reason for his death would be presented to him.

Over the years, he was not unaware of the other party's feelings, but he did not have the slightest feeling for her. However, there was still friendship between them. Therefore, as he was second only to the Son of God in status, he took the initiative to withdraw from the power center of the Holy See and volunteered to be an undercover agent in the vampire clan, doing this thankless job.

But secretly, he has infiltrated more than two-thirds of the power of the Holy See, which means that two-thirds of the Holy See are his people.

In other words, it would be easy for him to control the Vatican.

Lin Ci'an's eyes became colder. He took out a soft sword from his waist and placed it across Fu An's neck. "Don't move, or I'll be rude to you." Lin Ci'an's voice was calm and firm, but the pressure contained in it was frightening.

The soldiers who had seen Fu An being held hostage were about to step forward, but were frightened by the blood on Fu An's neck. At this moment, the sound of "trample, trample" was heard in unison, and all the soldiers who were blocking the dungeon were captured.